The sunshine of a Saturday morning flitted through my window blinds, lighting my room just enough to bother me in my sleep. I blinked my eyes open from where I laid on my bed.
Groaning at the fact that I’d wanted at least some more sleep, but knew that wasn’t possible once I’ve woken up already, I gave the window a peeved glare, “Ugh! Go away, sun!”
Knowing that also wasn’t going to happen, I sat up on my bed and stretched my arms, which were actually really sore this morning. Well, what else was I expecting? Running from all of those wiener dogs with Emily yesterday really took its toll on them.
Oh, yeah… last night… I smiled as I remembered, I still can’t believe all of that happened. And now… I grinned even wider, Emily said she might even want to go steady with me, even after that hectic night as ponies.
I chuckled to myself, “I seriously hope that wasn’t just a dream.” I’d be seriously peeved if it had been.
Since it was morning, that meant breakfast. I hopped off of my bed and onto my feet…
… before losing balance and landing on all fours again.
I blinked in surprise, “What the- AGH!” My eyes widened as they saw my hands, or rather, what was now in place of my hands. They were yellow, and indented with rings around the palms and fingers, like a hawk’s talons. No, they were talons!
I was staring at my very own pair of talons.
My eyes, and my new talons, travelled up my arms, only to find that they were covered in yellow and white feathers. I had a tuft of feathers on my chest, all white, with some blue speckled on the front.
My talons reached up to my face, and I almost let out a scream, or rather a screech, wince it’d be more applicable in this case. Instead of a mouth, I had a beak, and a plume of blue feathers in replacement of my hair.
I glanced back to my hindquarters, only to find I now had the body of a lion, fur completely yellow, with a blue tuft of hair at the end of my feline tail. A pair of yellow colored wings stuck straight out from my back in shock, each wing probably as long as my whole body.
“What the- I’M A GRYPHON!?!”
That was when a certain pair of unicorns teleported into my room. My room was suddenly illuminated by a bright flash as Angela and Liz suddenly appeared on top of my bed, wide grins across their muzzles.
I glanced towards the two of them, “Angela? WHAT DID YOU-“
Ignoring me, Liz and Angela exchanged hoof bumps, “Yes! It worked! First Griffin transformation ever!
I groaned, face palming with a talon, “Angela! Why did you turn me into a gryphon!? And how?! I thought both of you used up your magic power on all of our transformations yesterday!”
“Yesh, no need to squawk, bird beak.” Liz muttered.
Angela merely giggled, “Well, last night at our sleepover, Emily fell asleep early, and Liz wanted to jump right into Witchery. We were bored, so we decided to try Liz’s very first experiment with circle magic.
“We slept until 4:00, the time which I guessed you would be turned back into a human again, and since it’d been a full day since I transformed you, I had enough Pink Soda to change you again!”
Liz added, “The griffin idea was mine.”
Angela nodded, “Yup, but I also added a few modifications of my own too, though they took a tiny bit of magic Liz had regenerated to make it work. Look what time it is.”
I glanced towards my clock, which read… 8:04.
Doing my math, I realized that meant the transformation completed itself in four hours while I was sleeping; three times as quickly as usual!
I gaped at Angela, “I changed three times as fast? Don’t you know how painful it was when I went through a twice as fast transformation yesterday?!”
Angela nodded, “Yup, I did. That’s why I also modified the spell to knock you into a coma until the transformation was finished. That way, you wouldn’t feel any pain!” The way she said it made it sound like she had given me the best cupcake on earth, which didn’t help at all at the moment.
I facepalmed again, “And you did this because you were bored?!”
“No, Silly. We did it for science!”
“But it’s magic.” I countered.
“So? It’s the science of magic!”
I facepalmed for a third time. Why do I even bother asking?
I sighed, “Whatever. But Angela, you can’t go transforming people willy nilly, without their permission!”
Angela just giggled, “Why not?”
I could think of two reasons, “One, isn’t it your mom’s rule to ask permission before you transform somebody? I might as well go tell her right now, since you broke that rule.”
Angela visibly paled, “Please don’t.”
“Oh, I will.” I replied, a slightly smug look on my beak, “And second, if you transform me without checking, then-“
“Lyle? Are you in there with somebody?” The click of my door opening made my blood run cold.
I turned around to see my mom standing in the doorway, who was now gaping at two unicorns and a gryphon in her son’s room.
I sighed, cringing slightly, …then exactly that happens.
I raised a talon in a friendly wave, though my expression showed all of my wariness at my mom’s seeing me, “Heh heh, hi Mom.”
She then proceeded to pass out onto the floor, thankfully landing on soft carpet.
I groaned, making my way over to my unconscious mother, “Guess we have some explaining to do.” I glanced back at Angela and Liz, “Don’t you two go anywhere. This is your fault, so you’re going to help me take her downstairs to the couch, and then explain what’s going on to her.”
Both their shoulders slumped as they whined, “Aw…”
“But Angela was going to show me more applications of witchery today!” Liz protested.
“Tough luck. Now help me with Mom, before my little brother and sister decide to wake up!”